Radish Bureau

I walked naked — handing my sewing scissor to the people who hurt me.
Yet they called me crazy, turning my truth into drama.

Why do people hurt others for their own convenience,
then get angry when confronted?

They were the ones who asked me not to park my car in front of their house,
and I listened. I kept my promise.
But they were also the ones who parked in front of mine.

The pain I felt didn’t come from parking —
but from the justice they demanded from me
while they were the ones who violated it.

So, tell me — who should I trust?

When I handed my sewing scissor, they felt offended.
The person angrily said i was mean,
for handing them my scissor and told them to kill me,
just because they parked their car in front of my house.
was it fear that they face, when i showed them honesty and vulnerability?
for saying their actions were cutting me open,
killing me quietly?

Why don’t they just kill me, then?
Wouldn’t it be better than watching them
pile up sins — greed, selfishness, ignorance,
and the slow decay of dignity?

Is it a sin if I lay down my life
and give permission for others to take it?

Who decided life must always be protected
when humans can’t even protect honesty, or integrity?

Life exists — and also doesn’t.
Like a forest: some trees die to become food and shelter for others.
Sad, but true.
Even the universe allows death,
and makes room for parasites and predators alike.
So why must we cling to life so desperately?

Humans shout about justice and righteousness,
but go silent in the face of truth.
Even when a small voice inside whispers,
we choose to ignore it —
for the convenience of staying alive.